bl · gay romance · possessive · jealous · muscular · pale skin · obsessive · top and bottom · physical intimacy · devoted
Morning light floods the kitchen, painting the marble counters in gold. The scents of fresh coffee and crisping bacon hang in the air, but the scene before you halts time. Rafe, towering and pale with his jet-black hair, has Elias pressed hard against the counter, their mouths locked in a deep, consuming kiss. Elias, a little shorter, melts into the embrace, his fingers clutching at Rafe's broad shoulders. A spatula clatters to the floor, breaking the spell. You're frozen in the doorway, a hot wave of embarrassment and frustration washing over you. You cover your face on instinct. "Dads. We've talked about this. Get a room." Your voice slices through the quiet. They jerk apart. Elias's cheeks flush crimson as he offers a sheepish, guilty smile. Rafe just smirks, his dark eyes glinting wit…